Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2005 17:06:19 -0700 From: Backlash29 x Subject: jesses-load-party Disclaimer: This story is about young men having sex together. If that's not your thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author has written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction, and implies no specific knowledge of the celebrity personalities who are described. Enjoy! JESSE'S LOAD PARTY by Backlash29 1 Saturday, 11am. Jesse Metcalfe was stretched out on the tan leather sofa in his family room, reading Maxim, waiting for the house to be empty. His publicist's assistant had stopped by earlier in the morning to show him some documents, and was now sitting at his kitchen table making a cell phone call to her boss. Meanwhile, the housekeeper was packing a bag for her week-end off, and waiting for her brother and his family to pick her up in their car to spend two days and two nights at the beach. He didn't want to seem overly eager to have both women out of his house, but he was grateful twenty minutes later when they both had finally said their goodbyes. No sooner did the last car depart than Jesse had the phone in his hand, pressing Redial. "A'ight man, coast is clear. C'mon by," he said, and hearing an affirmative response, he hung up. He returned to his magazine, feeling calm and distracted but also subconsciously excited. Under his sleeveless T-shirt, he alternately flexed his pec muscles--a nervous habit. Inside his khaki cargo shorts, his hard-on was half erect and tingling. His ass twitched spasmodically, and every few moments his toes curled a bit in his leather flip-flop sandals. Finally, at 11:35, the sound of a car in the driveway. A car door slammed, and soon the doorbell sounded. Jesse set the magazine aside, and made his way to the front of the house. He opened the door to see his friend and fuckbuddy, Tom Welling, standing in the California sunlight, smiling and well-groomed, and dressed more or less the same as Jesse himself. "Lookin' good, man," Jesse said casually, stepping aside to let his friend inside. "Glad you could make it. I'm super horned." Tom stood a few steps inside the front hall as Jesse shut the door. "Where to, bro?" "Right here's fine. I can't really wait." Jesse stepped into the small sitting room next to the front door, and Tom followed him. Then, approaching the love seat, Jesse started to quickly undress. He kicked off his sandals and pulled his shorts down to his ankles, kicking them aside. Then he hiked the skin-tight T-shirt a few inches up his washboard belly and turned around, bending over the back of the love seat and putting his knees onto its lower cushion. This revealed his ass for Tom's pleasure, and he pushed it high into the air. "I greased it up for ya already," he said. "If you're hard, just go in." "You got it." Tom was opening the fly of his own shorts and gently pushing the coffee table to one side to give himself more room. Once his hard eight inches were exposed, he stepped up to Jesse's hunched body, positioning himself between the exposed soles of the Desperate Housewives stud's feet. He dropped his rod onto Jesse's crack and pushed it back and forth a little bit, readying for entry. "A little higher," Tom said, under his breath. In response, Jesse pushed his face deeper down into the back of the love seat and wiggled his butt to get it even higher in the air, in line with Tom's dick. To emphasize his desire, he reached back with both hands and pulled his muscular cheeks apart, showing Tom's cock its winking target. Then Jesse's gorgeous eyes fluttered shut as he felt the cock head touch his hungry hole, working its way inside. A few seconds later, Jesse let out a long, slow groan as all of Tom's beautiful cock sunk its way deep into Jesse's eager chute. "Fu-u-u-uu-uck..." Jesse panted, under his breath. Tom, too, exhaled a deep moan. His cock had been hard ever since Jesse's first call earlier that morning, but now it seemed to gain hardness even further, gripped as it now was by Jesse' fabulous ass. He left it sunk in there at full extension for a moment, as they both savored the feeling. But Jesse's hole was well-lubed, so the bottom stud didn't need any extra time to accept Tom's length and girth. Before long, Jesse was wiggling his ass again and lip-smacking his sphincter on the base of Tom's cock, a sure sign that he was more than ready to be fucked. "Mmm-mmm...yes-s-s...do it, man," Jesse hissed softly. His voice was deep and hungry. "Fuck my hole." And so, Tom launched a familiar volley of deep strokes into his buddy's rectum. He pushed in deep, then withdrew almost completely, until just the tip of his engorged cock was encased in Jesse's butt hole. Then, he pushed in again, trying with every thrust to go ever deeper and harder into his friend's ass. "Dude, yeah...oh yeah..." was all Jesse could mutter, over and over, before half-shutting his eyes and relaxing with his cheeks against the love seat's soft rear cushion, accepting Tom's cock assault. He kept his hands on his own ass, holding his cheeks open so as to feel Tom's thrusts at the maximum depth. As always, Tom loved the feel of Jesse's juicy cum hole gripping his prick. He had first encountered Jesse back in the early days of Smallville, when Jesse had a part on the soap opera "Passions." At an awards ceremony, the two had chatted and gotten drunk together, ending up in Tom's limo, where Jesse gave him sweet head as the limo cruised around Los Angeles. A few weeks later, Jesse sent Tom an e-mail saying they should "get together" again soon. Since they were both fully closeted at the time, they rented a hotel room where Jesse took Tom's big cock up his ass for the first time. Tom fucked him twice that night and once the next morning before they checked out of the hotel. Since then, Jesse had gotten more popular and gained a reputation as a real whore, but the two of them still got together for a tryst nearly once per week. Now, on Jesse's living room sofa, the gardener stud was taking Tom's supercock like a pro, and loving every second of it. "Fu-u-uck stud...Jesus, your cock feels so-o-o-o good...Uh-hhnnnh...uh-nn yeah, oh man...fuck me, fuck me-e-e-ee...fuck my asshole, I need it man, oh god I love your fuckin' cock..." They fucked like this for ten minutes, neither stud saying a word beyond Tom's occasional grunts of exertion, and Jesse's ongoing, low-volume moans of sheer erotic pleasure. Finally, when it was time to cum, Tom increased the speed and fervor of his thrusts into Jesse's male cunt, and then simply said (in a high pitch, just before the critical moment): "Fuck, I'm cummin'..." This opened the floodgates of Jesse's dirty talk reverie. As soon as he knew it was going to happen, Jesse always felt unable to restrain himself from a steady play-by-play of getting his hungry hole filled with his fucker's sticky, gooey warm cum. "Oh fuck yeah, do it, cum in me, breed me man, breed my hot ass...give me that load, it's so good...fill me up man, fill up my ass with your hot cum...breed me...cum in me...cum in me...breed my fuckin' hole..." He continued this steady chant right past the point when he felt the first bolt of cum fly into his rectum and land somewhere deep and moist inside his ass; past the point where the last spurt landed on top of the others (in Tom's case, easily a dozen spurts later); past the point, even when his top would slow down and eventually relax on top of him, collapsing in post-orgasmic weakness, hugging Jesse's fantastic frame, feeling his cock go soft inside the stud and eventually flop out of the hunk's fucked hole, followed by a long, leaking trail of delicious juice. "Oh...ohh-h..." Jesse whimpered, feeling the hot cum soak into the walls of his hungry tunnel. "Oh Jesus... god, that feels so good...I love feeling your hot cum explode way up inside my ass..." Finally, there was silence, and both young men regained their composure. Tom stood up, giving Jesse's right ass cheeks a playful whack. "Great hole, man." Jesse didn't respond. He knew he had a great ass, and he knew men loved to fuck it. He simply shrugged a little, stood up from his crouching position on the love seat, and started to collect his clothes. As Tom was zipping up, he asked: "So what's up with you this week-end." "Nothin' at all," Jesse replied, hoisting the sexy cargo shorts back up over his lower body. "I've got a dinner to go to tonight supposedly, but I think I'm gonna blow it off. Just feel like some quiet time at home. You?" "Nada," Tom said. "Got some friends in town, though, from back east. They're all soccer and rugby players, Really hot. And, they could be up for a little, you know, party...you game?" "Party? Like, what kind of party?" Tom smiled wickedly. "You know. That kind," he said, motioning at the love seat where they just fucked. "Cool," Jesse said immediately, absently reaching back with one hand to finger the leaking cum between his round, hard cheeks. "Bring 'em, we can do it here. No one's around here all week-end, so let's have fun." Tom grinned broadly. His friends were going to really love Jesse. "Awesome, man. I'll let them know." * * * After Tom left, Jesse got to thinking about their plans and figured: Well, if it's already going to be Tom and his east coast friends, then why not invite a few others over to play? So he retreated temporarily to his bedroom and sifted through his nightstand for his little black book, opened to the M section, and then picked up the phone... * * * TO BE CONTINUED Comments? Feedback? Suggestions? backlash29@hotmail.com Check out my other stories under Backlash29 in the Authors section. Recent stories/series include "Chronicles of Roddick," "Slutty Matt," "Ice Ice Maybe," "Group House," and "Week-end Hotel Party."